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Medusa - Daisy-Pusher (Oops) lyrics

Artist: Medusa

album: Rosie


'Cause to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me
Oh baby, baby
Oops (oops, oh baby, oops)
Got lost in the game (oops, oh baby)
I'm not that innocent
Oops (oops, oh baby, oops)
Got lost in the game (oops, oh baby)
I'm not that innocent
Won't calm down, won't stop, won't think
Come to the house with the beers in the sink
And you leave with the black lungs, came with the pink
And the liquor's in the bathtub, everybody drink
Trash on the floor and the drugs in the fridge
And the carpet gets wrecked just like the kids
And nobody can roll half worth their mids
Because everybody's rollin, everybody binge
One point, two points, three points, gram
Close your eyes and open up your mouth or hands
Four points, five points, brewery, new joint
Shroomery, anoint, you and me, conjoined
Get what you give and take what you earn
Everybody upstairs with diminishing returns
Lined up at the bedrooms, take your turn
Line up at the bathrooms, stomachs churn
Oops, you're a daisy-pusher
You're a fuckin' loser
Stomach full of knives
And I'm ready to throw up now
Arsenic in your sugar
I'm a fuckin' butcher
Plummet through your lives
And is my echo enough, now?
Oops (oops, oh baby, oops)
Got lost in the game (oops, oh baby)
I'm not that innocent
Oops (oops, oh baby, oops)
Got lost in the game (oops, oh baby)
I'm not that innocent
Fifteen bodies on the couch no tear ducts
Chomping at the bitch and jerking it for new drugs
Feels like Williamsburg, then it caught the beard bug
Oh, you're fuckin weird, huh?
Shut up, I'm drunk
Straightforward and simple
Too fucked up to be a riddle
Steppin', slippin in the spittle
Gripping hippies round the middle
Til' the numbers start to dwindle
And the tracers start to squiggle
Everybody starts to fizzle out
Sober up now or wiggle out
Close your eyes and open up your mouth, boy
Close your eyes and open up your mouth
Close your eyes and open up your mouth, girl
Close your eyes and open up your mouth
Oops, you're a daisy-pusher
You're a fuckin' loser
Stomach full of knives
And I'm ready to throw up now
Arsenic in your sugar
I'm a fuckin' butcher
Plummet through your lives
And is my echo enough, now?
Face down not responding
First responders calling
When's his birthday?
What's his first name?
Where'd he get the molly?
Buddy can you hear me?
Don't let him drink water
It's worse than it looks
Don't touch it
Can you call his father?
And the fire trucks are screaming
And the window curtains peeking
Red all in his hair
Don't plug his nose
To try to stop the bleeding
And I'll meet you in the ER
But the car thuds on the way
And we break down in the parking lot
But that's another day, I guess
Just so typically me
Oh, baby, baby
Just so typically me
Oh, baby, baby
Gimme sugar, daisy-pusher
You're a loser, I'm the butcher
Gimme sugar, daisy-pusher
You're a loser, I'm the butcher
Gimme sugar, daisy-pusher
You're a loser, I'm the butcher
Gimme sugar, daisy-pusher
You're a loser, I'm the butcher

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